Giggle Doll Novels & Stories

she asked, her gaze fixed on the toy section. I took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment as she pointed towards the crowded shelves stacked with an array of dolls. "I don't know how to pick dolls, babe," I admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Or did you perhaps know how to?" I asked, hoping she might have some insight. Gladys nodded her head negatively, her pigtails bobbing with the motion. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, pleading. "Please, mummy, let's try it out," she begged, her small hands clasped together in anticipation.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

Two little girls were sitting on a rug, giggling as they played with dolls. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at them. One of the girls had golden-brown hair and a wide, mischievous smile. The other had ginger curls that framed her face and bright, curious eyes. They were playing with dolls and chucking in a low voice mischievously, like they were not supposed to be there. They were all dressed up. The one with ginger hair was tall, and it didn’t take long for me to look well and realize who it was.

Something flickered across his face— surprise, recognition, and a flash of something deeper, before he masked it. Gabriel skidded to a stop by the table, holding the doll out proudly “Dad, who owns these?” he asked. Hazel lifted her head at the same moment, her brows knitting together as she took in the sight. Before anyone could respond, Gaddiel came rushing in, nearly colliding with his brother. He held a handful of colorful baby stickers, waving them triumphantly in the air. “And these?” he shouted as he reached the table. Hazel straightened in her chair, her eyes darting from the stickers to the doll and then to her father. Adrian’s gaze was fixed on the objects, his jaw tightening just

As if that explains it all. “Oh god,” I mutter, burying my sweaty face in a doll. “Jax has all kinds,” she continues, totally unfazed. “Red ones, silver ones, and glow-in-the-dark ones.” She taps her finger to her lips as if thinking about it. “Ripped, ribbed, dotted, fruity, spicy —” she adds proudly. “I don’t know what spicy means, but it sounds dangerous. One’s camouflaged, another’s got tiger stripes. Not joking.”

There were toys designed for simultaneous pleasure, controlled by smartphone apps with ludicrous names like ‘BlissLink’. There were elegant, jewellery-like ‘arousal gels’ that promised to heighten sensitivity with ingredients I was pretty sure weren’t available at Boots. I saw things made of glass, of silicone that felt like cloud, of polished stone. There was even something called a ‘clitoral air pulse toy’ that looked like a futuristic sea anemone and operated on a principle Portia explained with aerodynamic hand gestures that left me both fascinated and slightly alarmed. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, frowning at the instructions for the amethyst wand in my hand, trying to decip

Ivan laughs, bending to appreciate the doll the way she would have preferred, saving her from mine, which by the way is not what she wants, it’s obvious it’s huge. “What else did you get?” “Not much, it’s a miracle we were able to get this one.” Serene sighs, plopping down on the sofa with a sleeping Genevieve in her arms. She looks exhausted under all her make up. Janelle says she’s going to play with her new doll, like she knew the adults were going to have a conversation. “Are you okay?” Hesitantly asking doesn’t make it hurt any less. She gives me a weak, sad smile.

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”